In the past I have read/worked through both “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron and “The Creative Call” by Janice Elsheimer. One of them, I’m not sure which, made an observation I thought was interesting. It was suggested that many people in jobs supporting the creative arts were, inffact, people who had wanted to be seriously involved in art but had somehow “failed”. Thwarted writers became editors or publicists. Mediocre actors became agents, stage hands, etc.
I’ve begun to wonder if that is what is happening to me. (I write very little these days other than this blog and school assignments . . . and a few journal entries.) Am a walking away from writing? Is the joy and fulfillment I’m finding in my art classes a substitute? Am I really discovering other avenues of creativity? Or am I refusing to force my way through whatever fears are keeping me from writing?
As part of my self-initiated therapy, I am rigorously scrutinizing any negative thoughts I have about myself. The atmosphere of negativity and perfectionism I’ve lived in for much of my life has inflicted much of the emotional damage of the past few years. The reason it is so damaging is because there is a grain of truth to all the negativity.
Example: Yes, I do procrastinate. But that is an action, which can be addressed, not an evil character trait which makes me a bad person. (Yes, I have been told that.) And there have been multiple times in my life when that tendency to put something off for a bit has been the right thing to do. Last week is a perfect example. My father was visiting over my spring break. I had several mid-term projects that needed to be finished by this week. He only planned to stay a few days so I “procrastinated” some on the projects. Those I could do while talking with him, like drawing, I did, but those that needed research and devoted focus, I put off. That was a good decision. I gave him my attention, while still making progress on those projects. When he was gone, I dove into the other ones.
These days when I have a negative thought, I analyze it. Sometimes it is easy to see the wrongness of it. (Although overcoming the emotions caused is always a struggle.) Example: I failed to pass the certification tests to become a certified nursing assistant. As a result I lost my job. My emotions and negative self-talk were telling me I was a failure and that trying to succeed at anything was a waste of time.. I should just resign myself to a subsistence life and stop trying. When scrutinized, though, the only truth in all of that is that I failed the tests. That does not mean I will always fail and can never succeed. Had the certification been important to me, I would have continued to pursue it and eventually would have passed the tests. (Another trait of mine is stubbornness . . . uh . . . determination.). As it is, I’ve found other goals that ignite my passion. I will pursue them . . . passionately. (And, in the process, fight those other negative voices that keep insisting I’m a quitter.)
So there might be a grain of truth to the thought that I’m neglecting or avoiding writing in favor of other artistic endeavors. My task now is to ferret out that grain of truth, address it and reject (ie totally demolish) the lies.
What negativity are you fighting? Wrestle the truth out of it and destroy the deceptive, entangling, destructive lies!







